Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Of course, I don’t know why you gave me a false name, Ray Feng? That name is really weird. I still remember it. After I got home, I spent a lot of time inquiring in France. I've heard of this surname."

"Coincidentally, I met you again in the Quidditch World Cup, and you were still dragging my sister around. When I didn't see my face, I really wanted to give you a curse, thinking you were a personal trafficker. Hmm... I thought about it even more when I saw the face."

"But you didn't give any answer to my question."

"It's also cold and indifferent at Hogwarts."

"I am going to talk to you during the Triwizard Tournament. I know you will definitely become a Warrior."

"The first few competitions can be considered as a thrilling and smooth ride, but until the third event..."

"I really didn't think that you and your hostage actually exchanged identities. I would have left you there and ignore you. That was my first kiss!" Furong said, suddenly thinking of something, revealing Gave a sweet smile.

"The opposite sex."

Furong added, and smiled knowingly. Of course, the relationship between Gabrielle and her relatives is not counted.

"I don't know how to face you anymore. I can't stretch my face anymore." Furong's cheeks are now covered with a seductive crimson, but no one can see.

"But I'm looking for you with a shy face. I can't do it either. Veeva doesn't have any ridiculous rules for a kiss. Even if I have it, I don't bother to follow it, and at that time, the emotion of resentment prevailed."

"I also learned that not long ago, Azkaban no longer uses dementors as guards, otherwise I won't care about you. If you are "actively" abducted by you, you should stay in prison for a few years. Only then will I learn to be honest." The tone of Furong's pen is inexplicably self-willed, and it seems to be acting like a baby.

"But what happened afterwards was even more unexpected." Furong's turning wrist suddenly stopped, and she sighed helplessly.

"Now, I may be able to guess some of your thoughts."

"You don't want me to get involved, but I have to get into the whirlpool, right?"

"This is stupid, isn't it?"

"Actually, I also think I'm quite stupid. I don't have much skill, and I'm so stubborn."

"Now I also figured it out."

"Dance partner or something, even if you don't accept it, you won't deliberately humiliate me so much. I can only understand that you are deliberately drawing the line."

"Of course, I was really mad at that time! I never took the initiative to invite a male partner!" Furong said with an indifferent chuckle at this time.

"Then it is this trip that is not a trip." Furong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dumbledore is a respected wizard, I believe he will not have evil ambitions, and naturally he will not go with the dark wizard."

"Of course, the most important thing is that I believe in you. Even after hearing the conversations of the three principals, I didn't want to believe them for the first time."

"After talking so much, I actually want to say goodbye to you. I feel that instead of being driven away by you, it's better to go more free and easy by yourself."

"Just treat it as a poor hostage lady, and fortunately escaped from the vicious robber." Furong looked at the letter paper and smiled bitterly.

"Suppose, I mean suppose, we can be together in the future, don't you make any excuses that we have traveled these days and stop going on our honeymoon?"

"In addition, I don’t think I can keep these secrets, and if I just leave like this, I think I will be very painful, so you can only save it temporarily. Don’t lose it to me. After everything is over, I will You don’t want to take it back to get it."

The girl made up her mind and took a deep breath, then she climbed her wand onto her temple, and drew out a silk thread resembling silver mist from it. A long strand of silk thread was carefully packed into an empty delicate glass bottle by Lotus In the middle, the wisps of memories stretched thinner and thinner, and stretched longer and longer, until the end, as if they could not bear it, they broke apart.

The silver thread rolled up in the bottle, then unfolded, hovering like gas.

This method was also secretly told by Dumbledore.

Furong, who had just pulled out her memory, looked at her position in confusion, and after a long time, she barely reacted.

She doesn't care where she is now.

There is only one thought in her heart now-going home.

In fact, when Dumbledore and others stored the memory pendulum in the pendulum, it was equivalent to leaving a label in their brain, but they did not completely extract their memory.

Forgetting nothing is not deleting the amnesia, but similar to hiding the modified memory somewhere in the brain, but it will be activated if it is greatly stimulated.

For example, Voldemort did to the original Bertha Jorkins. In order to avoid exposing his selfishness, Barty Crouch cast the Forgetting Curse on the poor employee, causing her brain to be irreversible. damage.

But even so, Voldemort used the drill curse to question all the truth, which shows that the forgetting curse is not empty, but hidden.

Furong finally left and kept her own memories. She thought very well. Perhaps it was the experience of being controlled this time that made her understand that sometimes, she can't be believed.

The Stone Guardian still half-kneeled on the ground foolishly, without knowing that the target he was ordered to protect had already "escaped".

A piece of parchment that was densely written on it slowly fell to the ground.

"Furong?" Malfoy frowned. After he returned, no girl was found beside the burning campfire. The blanket fell to the ground alone. He thought it was another accident.

Then I found the note I had just left on the ground, with handwriting on the back.

After a quick browsing.

Malfoy learned the story-she left.

This made him feel a little surprised.

"It's also a good thing," he thought, looking at the transparent bottle full of silver gas in his hand.

But there is some inexplicable sense of emptiness in my heart, maybe because I am used to having someone talking next to me?

"From now on, I will fight alone." Malfoy took a deep breath, calmed his mood quickly, and set the prey that had just been outside to roast on the fire.

The oil dripped on the flames, making a "sizzling" sound, filling the smell of meat, and there was a heavy rain outside the cave.

Now he didn't know where Furong had gone, he had planned to send her home safely after this, but he didn't expect the girl to leave without saying goodbye.

Malfoy was boringly flipping the flames with the wooden sticks, watching the pulsating flames, a little surprised, the blue-green fire gradually roasting the raw meat until cooked.

How long will it take for such a day?

Who knows?